The Ocean's God Poem by William Crafts

Tub God of the ocean is worshipp'd at sea,
In the anthem of winds, and their chorus of glee,
The foam of the wave is the off'ring of love,
And the spray is the incense that sparkles above.

The bright burnish'd billows, for ever that roll,
The Almighty reviews, from the pole to the pole,
And their banners of green, and their banners of blue,
Surmounted with silver, exult in His view.

Their musical note o'er the surface convey'd,
Is the murmuring breath of a soft sighing maid.
But the anger of heaven when marshall'd to bear,
With thunder they rush thro' the awe-stricken air.

Hast thou seen them in peace—like the dove on her nest,
Earh murmurless, motionless feather at rest?
Hast thou seen them at war—by the tempest up driven,
From the base of the earth to the crown of the heaven?

In either and both, in the calm and the storm,
The will of Jehovah, their God, they perform;
Tho' constant in motion, and changeful in hue,
To its Maker for ever, the ocean is true.